The Distant Machine
Chapter One Esperanza Zamudio, thirty-four years old, a border guard with twelve years of service, stood in the intake room of the desalination plant, where the air tasted of copper and wet wool. I wanted my daughter’s passage to the city, a simple administrative act that had become a matter of life and death, while the Inspector sat across from me, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference....
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